Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 211 Only the guest is lost in the world

"Think carefully about what I told you before. Focus your mind and don't go astray!" Qiu Chuji said the second 'reminder' after the fight began. Obviously, he was the one who had the upper hand and was about to win, but he wasted more opportunities for reminders.

On the other hand, Dugu Qiubai was also frowning in deep thought. In fact, he himself had touched upon the level of sword intent, but he had not separated it out and used it as an independent means. Instead, it evolved naturally as he drew his sword. As a result, he had always confused sword intent with his own martial arts realm, believing that it was a wonderful state that could not be taught and was mysterious.

But when he saw Wanyan Kang's sword moves that were weak but powerful, he immediately understood.

For many things, it’s not that we don’t know them or have never come into contact with them, but that we are just one step away from that little touch that breaks through the window paper and holds them intact in our hands.

When the window paper is broken, anyone who can touch it will instinctively fall into thinking.

Among the several masters present, not only Dugu Qiubai, Huang Yaoshi and Ouyang Feng, but even Zhou Botong who heard the noise and was hiding in the peach forest to watch stealthily, all felt something at this moment. Many concepts in martial arts had a subversive understanding and improvement at this moment.

They do not have any special methods to refine and strengthen their mental power, but essence, energy and spirit are actually mixed into one. Even if they are separated separately, there is a certain conversion relationship between them. Martial arts masters have strong essence and energy, so their spirit certainly cannot be weak.

Once they open the door to the new world, various means of applying spiritual energy will emerge.

If they simply lack spiritual skills, their progress will be slow and they will soon reach a bottleneck.

Wanting to condense the primordial spirit like Qiu Chuji is simply a fantasy and impossible.

Wanyan Kang held the sword in his hand and stood still. The darkness floating in his consciousness was slowly suppressed.

But although the darkness stopped, another kind of sword intent did not arise. Whenever he recalled the scene of Mu Nianci jumping into the sea, more distracting thoughts would inevitably surface, and then the darkness would become restless again.

In essence, he is seeking the far away instead of the near, and will be constantly disturbed by the nearby.

Subconsciously, Wanyan Kang looked at Mu Nianci, and their eyes met and slowly entangled with each other.

The sound of music, faintly, rang in the ears of the two again.

"It seems as if I have seen it in my dreams ~ my heart is filled with emotions, I put aside the worldly affairs and sorrows, and stay together till the end of the world."

With the lingering eyes and the singing, Wanyan Kang finally caught a glimpse of the feeling.

Qiu Chuji smiled, touched the corner of his lips with his finger, then turned his head to look in the direction where Zhou Botong was hiding, and strode towards Zhou Botong.

what?
Saying Qiu Chuji cheated?

Who heard it?

Using the soul to play songs, can that be called cheating?
Even if we take a step back, if a master doesn't even have the determination to break the rules for his apprentice, what kind of master is he?
There was a gleam in Dugu Qiubai's eyes, and he waved at Guo Jing.

When Guo Jing came closer, he considered for a moment, then asked: "Feeling that kind of pressure, do you still want to win?"

Guo Jing nodded vigorously. He would never admit defeat and must win the competition.

"Then close your eyes and close your senses, and follow your feelings, just like when you practice sword skills at a waterfall, on the sea, or on the top of a mountain. Don't worry about where his sword comes from, just remember where your sword is going." Dugu Qiubai said.

The method he mentioned is a 'method that is not a method'. It is very risky, but it is indeed effective.

Although Qiu Chuji walked towards Zhou Botong, he had indeed been listening to the conversation between Dugu Qiubai and Guo Jing, father and son.

He also expressed his agreement with Dugu Qiubai's way of dealing with the situation.

Qiu Chuji now roughly divides the martial arts of will into three stages.

The first stage is 'listening, seeing and feeling'.

The martial arts of will is to amplify a certain kind of mind and emotion so that one's own spirit can interfere with and infect others, thereby gaining a chance of victory in the battle.

This method, if sublimated, can forcibly pull the opponent into the emotional rhythm set by oneself, and then easily control the opponent, such as when Wanyan Kang swung his sword before, it formed an endless dark effect, and his sword technique structure was completely messed up, but under the suppression of his will, Guo Jing could not find any flaws at all, and it was even difficult for him to maintain his own defense structure.

As for downward compatibility, those people in the martial arts world who have killed too many people, the so-called murderous aura they carry with them is actually a manifestation of their will, which can easily cause an impact on the newcomers in the martial arts world.

This method of interfering only at the level of willpower can minimize the impact by actively cutting off sensory interaction with the outside world.

However, this does not mean that the situation can be turned around by doing this, not to mention how much strength can be exerted in this state. Even if the first stage of will martial arts cannot actually affect the outside world, the practitioner can use it to stimulate his own potential and increase his strength to 180%, or even more.

As one side gains strength while the other loses strength, the so-called solution that is not a solution is nothing more than gambling with your life.

In the second stage, the will can control and influence the real Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth, and construct the Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth into attacks according to one's own ideas. At that time, cutting off one's own senses is tantamount to seeking death.

"Jing'er! If you have used all your sword moves and still cannot reverse the situation, then recall in your mind every time your father fought with you, and then treat you as your father and learn to swing the sword the same way as your father."

Dugu Qiubai gave Guo Jing the third suggestion to the best of his ability.

Closing the senses is a huge disadvantage, but it also has a benefit, which is that the mind will instinctively sink and the memory will become sharper. Without the assistance of the senses, Guo Jing is no match for Wanyan Kang, who has the sword spirit.

But this may not be the case for Guo Jing, who is possessed by Dugu Qiubai.

Guo Jing quickly walked back to the field. At this moment, Wanyan Kang had finally finished listening to the entire song and lost sight of Mu Nianci.

The look in Mu Nianci's eyes just now echoed in his mind, and he remembered the heart-wrenching pain when Mu Nianci jumped into the sea.

The pain seemed to bring back more memories. He thought of his mother Bao Xiruo, of their separation on the long street, which was a lifelong regret, and of Ding Dian's death.

The sadness of separation and the sufferings of the world all flooded his heart, but they were not immediately transformed into a dark heart of revenge and hatred for everything.

Because, although there is separation, there is still reunion.

Life has regrets, but it also has perfection.

Are mother Bao Xiruo and father Yang Tiexin miserable? They must be miserable!

But after meeting again after many years, even if we cannot live together, we can die together.

Are Brother Ding Dian and Ling Shuanghua suffering? It must be even more miserable!
But after death they can ride in the same coffin and swim in the sea together. If their spirits are in heaven, they will be comforted.

When Wanyan Kang raised the sword again, everyone could feel the melancholy, faint loss and sadness that surged out of him. Although it was not to the point of despair, it was like a scar that would never heal, and it was always dripping with blood.

Afterwards, a feeling of dejection, sorrow and sadness, both sweet and painful, surged into the hearts of every spectator.

Guo Jing had not yet closed his senses, so he subconsciously felt a pain in his nose. Thinking that if he could not win this battle, he would have no chance to be with Huang Rong, his heart began to twitch in pain.

Before the water in the corners of my eyes could turn into tears and fall, someone else took the lead.

Listen to Yan Honglie's heart-wrenching cry: "Xi Ruo~~! I'm sorry for you! Xi Ruo!"

"I shouldn't... I shouldn't have done this to Kang'er."

"I was wrong! I was really wrong! Kang'er... let's not compete anymore! Admit defeat!"

As he said this, Wanyan Honglie slapped himself hard twice.

This sudden self-explosion made the already somewhat solemn atmosphere even more awkward.

"I'm sorry to Empress Liu, to Emperor Duan, and to my senior brother. I'm a useless man... I'm a useless man!" Zhou Botong, who was hiding in the peach forest, was the second one to break through.

He rushed out of the peach orchard and rolled on the ground.

When Huang Yaoshi saw Zhou Botong, he thought of his dead wife and the mistakes that made him regret countless times. He felt even more melancholy and sad. His originally wavering mind now finally settled.

"Forget it! Forget it! That kid is pretty good. He knew he would lose and his life would be in danger, but he was still willing to take the risk for Rong'er. Why should I be the bad guy?"

"I might as well fulfill their wish. Even if I lose face and regret it, what does it matter?"

"Rong'er will have a husband to rely on in the future, and Senior Dugu will take care of her. I think she won't have a bad life. Once this matter is resolved, I will go find Ah Heng!"

Ouyang Ke stared at Huang Rong who was crying at the moment, and his heart was broken. He seemed to remember why he liked Huang Rong so much.

Because his mother, in his memory, was as lively and clever as Huang Rong, and liked to wear light goose yellow.

Ouyang Feng looked at Ouyang Ke, as if he could also see the woman who caused him pain and struggle in Ouyang Ke.

All the things in the past can only be recalled, but the people are gone and only loneliness remains.

"The lingering snow glitters on the cold painting screen, plum blossoms fall and the flute plays at three o'clock in the morning. The moon is dim and bright in the place where no one is. I am a melancholy traveler in the world. I know why you are shedding tears. I recall my life in your heartbreaking voice..."

Qiu Chuji spoke out about this competition, which was his third statement.

This is a poem, which is integrated with the sword spirit, just like adding a touch of sourness and bitterness to the soul-stirring melancholy.

As a result, Wanyan Kang's sword intent was completely stabilized.

It seemed to have cut through the darkness, and also seemed to be fixed before dawn. The evening breeze before the rising sun blew through everyone's hair, and then they all saw a waning moon about to set over the sea.

Last night it turned into frost and dew, today only cold wine is left, and the farewell guest is alone and heartbroken.

(End of this chapter)